Nostalgia...I miss

Hello Peeps,

There is a time for everything, a time to sow and a time to pray, a time to laugh a time to cry, a time to sleep and a time to wake. As for praising God it is for all time, all day and all night his praise should be on our lips...I praise you Lord

Right now is the time for me to reflect and reminisce.

I miss the early days of blogging, when I constantly checked my blog for comments and spend hours blog hopping. I miss reading Fineboy's post. I miss reading from Doctor Naaps, Bimby's series, Mrs Somebody, Carlang, Undacova, Calabar girl, Anu Boy and a few others.

Don't get me wrong, there are still yet more bloggers who are in the block, just that I miss a few of the ones who have left.

Sometime I wonder if I should draw the curtains on this blog but can't bring myself to do it just now.

I miss my Husband and kids, the ones I don't have yet.

I miss my Dad....sigh. He is very much alive hale and hearty in Naija just that I am missing him right now. Don't know why seeing that we are not necessary the best of buddies. Maybe I should plan to visit home soon.

I miss gbegiri and ewedu, it's been a while I had it.

Yihaa, my photography is doing very well and thank you all for your support and encouragement both here on blogsville and facebook. I have been getting quite a number of enquiries and custom. I will be covering another wedding very soon, hopefully will come back here with plenty gist.

Till later, take care of yourselves.
P.S.

If you or someone you know is getting married soon, give me a shout, we (in conjunction with my partner who is a make up artist) have got some good package on offer .

Shopping Frenzy - Eureka

Hi Peeps

Unquestionable he is the Lord, he created us but himself was not created.

Seeing that I don't plan to repent on blogging faithfully anytime soon, I may compromise and start talking photography here. That will prolly give me the impetus to come by here more often.
Imagine my 2nd year blogging anniversary passed without so much as mention. Whereas last year I put up this longified post celebrate. Time changes things.

Sales and sweltering sun what a summer combo.

I am not a typical girl when it comes shopping. Don't really like shopping that much, I usually start off with a high but within an hour I am like can I go home already. Another issue for me is I have a one track mind when it comes to shop. For many years I was a card carrying member of NEXT just 'cos I went in one summer sales period and got good bargains and clothes that fit. Ever since then, anytime I am going shopping like a robot it's NEXT. Often times I see other people wear clothes and wonder why I did not see them in the shop i.e. NEXT.
My sister gets lovely tops from H & M, you will think I should do the maths and go in there to ge myself some, till date 30+ has never stepped into H & M by herself to buy anything yet I envy the tops when she wears them.

Then my favourite store became Dorothy Perkins and I had a brief sting with Wallis.

Ok why all these stories.

Currently I have no shop in the UK. Got tired of NEXT after one particular sales period that left me looking like iyalode of Balogun market as I practically struggled a pair of shoe with one woman. Took one look around the store saw the craziness of it all, dropped my picks and headed for the door. No store is what that hassle 70% sales or not and anyway all the good stuff had gone. Dorothy Perkins after going in twice and not finding anything I dropped them like hot potato.

In the past two years or so I have been doing my shopping whenever I travelled. But as I am not travelling this summer and my weight is doing a yoyo on the scales, I realised I needed interim solution until my body weight made up it's mind or I decide to stop taking a Kit Kat every break (whichever came first).

Last week, I sat scratching my head on where to shop.

Primark
For above reasons, I don't shop there plus back in time, I made the mistake of going there at Christmas time with a friend who came in Nigeria. Unfortunately it was the one located on Peckham High Street, we are talking 5 years ago before the re branding attempt of Peckham. So my bus stopped in front of Primark last week and as I saw folks coming out with brown bags and looking rather satisfied, I decided to venture in. I keep forgetting how ridiculously cheap that place can be. I got not one, not two but three tops for under 30 quid.
What's more, the shop here is not nearly half as crowded as the ones in the Queen's City.

Eureka

Ok their clothes may not be all that of a good quality but who cares, all I want is an interim UK shop until I set off on another voyage.

My shopaholic friend tells me there is an outlet in Swindon sumfink like that so failing my travelling I may go check the place out.

In the meantime I need to make peace with my body and some information about Child labour being used to sew Primark's clothes.

Till Later

In my head (1)

Hello Peeps,

He can do it again and even much more, than what you think. Why? Because he is the same yesterday, today and forever, for that alone, I must to Kira fun baba God who is the unchaning changer.

So just like that MJ beat it from planet earth well as a wise seer under inspiration wrote :

"Remember your Creator now while you are young, before the silver cord of life snaps and the golden bowl is broken. Don’t wait until the water jar is smashed at the spring and the pulley is broken at the well. For then the dust will return to the earth, and the spirit will return to God who gave it."

Let's leave that one aside for the main post

Lately in my head, I have been preaching a lot. As in proper preaching especially when I have just discovered something in the bible. I tell you now God's word is new everyday.
When I was much younger, I use to wonder what will happen after I finish reading the bible, well I thought you just read it through and get the gist but panicked about what will happen next. Until I discovered that his word is fresh and dynamic, a scripture verse can speak differently to one million people....How great!
Yesterday I had to used my hand to cover mouth because I realised I was actually speaking out loud to an invisible audience explaining what I just read in Phillipians 3. *Kilode now I cautioned myself **"ara ile lo ma mo ni amodi, were lara ita ma pe".
Ma peeps the thing baffled/baffles me and it's not the first or second time that this will happen to me.

No I don't believe I have the calling of a pulpit ministy, though a few folks do say that I have but no no no, abeg I prefer the sidelines.

Facebook
Believe it or not, I now have yet another fb profile...aargh. It's a long story but was def not the plan. The profile was set up just to load pix but eh karamba no sooner than I loaded pix than the friend requests started coming . After about 6 requests came immediately some of who where already my friends, I thought why not and started adding more myself...crazy abi lol.

P.S
Love you plenty.
Also glad to see Obiwanne and Tolantino back to blogville.

Translations
*Why
**"to the one who knows better it can be called enthusiasm, to the outsider it will be called madness".

The Unsaid

My peeps,

God loves me, I don't know why? It is not a wonder that I choose to praise him in all I do, he is my all in all.

How are you all doing?

My friend was gisting me of another friend who said she joined a dating website. I know folks do that a lot this dayz but my oh my I am old skuul plus there are so many Aliens in the world today and cyber connection adds another dimension.

Peeps mi just check the SUCCESS stories on this website (the first one) and tell me honestly what was going through your head CLICK HERE, isshkk is what came out of ma own mouth, I no fit talk. (17/06/09: Update, 'the link to the ones I am referring to seems to have been moved, copied the link a while back so :(

Love what a booriful thing.

Talking of which my friend the garrulous one celebrated her birthday recently so was on the phone asking how it went blah blah. She tells me of how Mr So and so did not show up cos he took his family on holiday and how he had a go at her wondering what is there to celebrate when all her mates are doing birthdays for their fourth born.

Oucch! Tafa o! Ok I know my friend is a lil bit loud and razz, actually so razz that I have reduce communications with her cos she been rubbing razzzness on me. What can she do, should she marry herself.

Unto other gist

I went for the Premiere of a movie called "The Unsaid".

Now, I thought Nollywood was getting better but this movie left me speechless, and to think I walked red carpet to enter Cinema and watched this film which I paid £10 i.e. N2,800 for. Up till the last minute I was sure there was going to be a spin to salvage the mediocrity of the production, story line and acting. Alas it was not to be. I was left speechless and the only thing I could mutter was "It's a lie! It's a lie!! It's a lie!!!
I just could not believe anyone Nigerian will have the audacity to "Premiere" a movie like that and collect money. It should have been premiered on You Tube or the living room of No 10 Kingsland road, Hackney (apologies if this your address, but hackney did get a mention in the movie).

Synopsis
Ireti Ola Daniels was diagnosed of cancer while abroad, rather than come home and die in the midst of family and loved ones like most normal human beings decides to return and stay in Lagos, splashing 100billion naira on house and three cars living a recluse. She met a prostitute (Bimbo Akintola) they both got drunk and were helped by Doctore X (Desmond Elliot). She later hires Bimbo as her Personal Assistant and Desmond (who was having issues with his girlfriend) fell in love with her (totally out of the blues) and then she dies.
In fact writing the above synopsis is enough to give me a headache, there was no begining, no middle but there was an end sha.

Kudos to Bimbo Akintola and Desmond but even their effort could not salvage the movie.

My verdict - 3/10.

And tin and tin

Thank you Lord for a new month.

Peeps mi, thanks for all the birthday wishes, really appreciate all the love.

My birthday was great, I enjoyed the outing although despite my earlier declaration to enjoy myself so much that I forget about having a blog, I found myself talking about blogging during the dinner outing.

I wrote a full post in my head but now that I am here all I can think of is why my sleeping habit is messed up (sleeping at odd hours) and I ain't preggers nor do I drink coke.

If one nose seems permanently blocked like mine, does it mean I am surviving on 50% oxygen? That must account for my feeling drowsy but not sleeping, the pollens need to disappear already.

When a man starts giving different excuse for missing appointments or picking your calls, ladies usually start suspect unfaithfulness and quite rightly so. I can give you more than a few excuses for not replying comments but the truth is I am being unfaithful to my blog.

Facebook and Photography are the real culprit behind my unfaithfulness and what's more I don't see myself repenting anytime soon.

Photography: What can I say, I am totally in love. There is so much to learn both pre and post production, it's not just carrying a good camera and pressing the button. The learning never stops, from composition, lighting, ISO, aperture, focal range and tin and tin, e no easy.

Facebook: Well I keep discovering some old folks from eon years ago. Recently reconnected with some of my mates from secondary school. Furthermore, endless gist is flowing especially with that gbeborun feature that broadcasts your story to all your friends "Thirty + has sneezed", "Thirty + is at work" e.t.c. Well I have a few friends who put details of their every move as status update and in as much as it's silly I find myself checking them out.

Though I set up a twitter account but have now resolved not to bother getting into that otherwise, I might as well leave the real world, virtualise myself and change my name to Andromethirty+.

P.S
Check this out http://aseda.shutterchance.com/

Till Later

Month of May

Hello Peeps,

In all things I give God thanks and thanksgiving, at all times in everyway I give God thanks.

Hope you folks in the Temperate areas of UK and USA are gearing for 'proper summer' (that does not sound grammatically correct, does it?)

I agree that men do get depressed but not as much as women!

I love the Month of May, it heralds in the sunshine, end of winter blues, bikinis, diets, and the onset of parties upon parties especially weddings(at least in the UK). Don't think my peeps back in Nigeria have anything like the wedding or party season, it is lways ojo gbogbo bi odun (everyday is like celebration).

Another reason I love the month of May is because it's by Birthmonth "he he he ehe eh". As conceited as it sounds, I have this believe that May is the most special month of all followed by December and January - Lol.
Just think of it is the only one that has three letters, it is close to half year but not half year. Brides love to get married in May and most importantly, all May babies are the best...do I hear whoop whoop.

The countdown to my birthday has begun, I think I'm even more excited than usual. When I told my friend she wondered why, afterall the clock is ticking. She is also a May baby, but while she is thankful and all, she can not get the gist of my excitement.

Even I dunno why, try as I may to have a one lady pity party, I could not, there is nothing as frustrating as not being able to be depressed when you want to be depressed. I know I sound silly but sometimes I go into fits of feeling sorry for myself and for my life, but these days it's getting more and more difficult.

Just the other day I heard some news and it dampened my spirit and as I was about to go into self pity mode all I could do was speak God's word out loud.

It worked

Even though that was not what I wanted, I wanted to work myself up so I can cry and kind of make God feel sorry for me. I am laughing hard here because writing it down, I sound like such a silly thing to be aiming for.
I believe I have matured to a level and most importantly, now I know the truth it has set me free.

I know enough of God's word to understand that he works in seasons and I am tatooed in his palms, so in the words of Tuface "what more can I say".

Will not necessary put a post on for my birthday, there will be too much grooving for me to remember I have a blog, lol.

As for presents, this is my request just say "thank you father for thirty plus". Honestly though that is really what I want from my heart of hearts, I think it is so cool for God to be hearing echoes of thanksgiving from different continents on my behalf.

Just so it does not look like I am being overly spiritual, I would like a HUGE birthday cake, not Gateau, not thoe funny ones from Marks and Spencer or Cosco. A proper traditional Nigerian cake with minimal icing, Lilac in colour.

For delivery details just inbox me on fb.

Till Later,

Why men are never depressed

Hello my Peeps,

Male and Female he created them, the master designer who designed me to be female with a purpose, I acknoledge you Baba.

Got one of these in my box decided to share. I wonder who sits down to compose all these popular email forwards?

Men Are Just Happier People?

• Your last name stays put.


• The garage is all yours.


• Wedding plans take care of themselves. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.


• Chocolate is just another snack.


• You can never be pregnant.


• You can wear a white T-shirt NO shirt to a water park.


• You can to wear a water park.


• People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.


• Car mechanics tell you the truth. You know stuff about tanks.


• The world is your urinal. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.


• You never have to drive to another gas station rest room because this one is just too icky.


• You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.


• Same work, more pay - How True


• Wrinkles add character.


• New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.


• One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat - except when you are a brother to Thirty +, my brother can yarn.


• A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase - Once the same brother mentioned above was ready to travel to the states with just a back pack and he was not going rock climbing o.


• You can open all your own jars.


• You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.


• If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.


• Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.


• Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.


• You almost never have strap problems in public.


• You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.


• Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.


• You can play with toys all your life.


• One wallet and one color for all seasons.


• You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife.


• You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.


• You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

So is it too true that men don't get depressed?

Till later